Emptiness Inside

Don't say I'm sorry
one more time.
Don't look at me
with that look in your eyes.
Don't hold my hand,
don't kiss my cheek,
don't remember me.

Don't say empty words,
I don't hear them anyway.

You say all the right things
and yet
your actions don't follow through.

Let's get angry,
and yell at each other
and say things we don't mean.
After,
we'll make empty promises
saying that we'll change,
we'll be stronger,
we won't hurt each other anymore.

But the words are empty,
and fall upon deaf ears.

We both know nothing will change,
so we don't yell,
we don't get angry.
We sit in our silence,
understanding the other
in that great misunderstanding
that we share.

We sit in our silence.

The silence I fell in love with.
The silence I miss the most,
the expressionless meaning,
the sweet contradiction
of what is not said
and what is not heard.

I believe your silence.

So don't speak.
Don't say I'm sorry.

And we'll sit in our silence.

together.

Our Elements

It started in a field by the river
and then grew into a forest by the waterfall
soon we were conquering open water.

And when we felt the wind
we let ourselves be taken by it.

The storms blew us
and threatened to break us,
but the sun came back out
and we clung to what was important.

The wind still blows,
the storms still rage,
and the rivers still dance in their beds.
The stars still shine through the clouds
and the sun still rises in the morning.

Land and water,
both have stood between us
using time as their weapon.

But we have lived them all,
with still so many more miles to go.

I like to go back to that beginning sometimes
when the summer was young
and so were we,
as we laid there and listened to the river.

Wandering Love

Be careful
when you fall
in love
with the wanderer.

Be careful
when you fall
in love
with the artist.

Be careful
when you fall
in love
with the reader.

They create grand ideas
and have
even grander plans.

The need
for the wind
in their hair
never goes away.

It pulls in their heart
every single day
in a way
that cannot
be ignored.

They never think
of where they are
as where they are.

There is always another story
another world
around them.

They walk in a daze,
they walk in a dream.

And whoever can wake them
will challenge the wind,
will challenge the thoughts,
and the worlds,
and the words.

They will wander,
lost in this new happiness
found in reality.

They will wander between here
and there,
torn between
their loves.

So be kind
when you fall
in love with
the wanderer,
and the artist,
and the reader,
be patient when they
lose themselves
in their thoughts.

Be kind,
and patient,
and trust
that they will always
come back to you.

No matter
how far they go
in their mind.

No matter
how far they travel
away from you.

they will come home.